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Daven "Prestige" Vanderpool - Imaginary Player lyrics

I mean like
I gotta be like the pioneer to this sh**, you know
I was popping that Cristal
When all y'all n***as thought it was beer and sh**, you know
Wearing that platinum sh**
When all y'all chicks thought it was silver and sh**
I got to be the pioneer of this sh**
Bottom line
I'm going to show you how to do it
Check it

[Verse 1]
I spit that other sh**
That's a nice motherf**er sh**
Fed time follow me around, deep cover sh** n***a
You beer money, I'm all year money
I'm "Papi, you ain't got to count it, it's all there" money
I never change money cause n***as got strange money
NARC'd up, marked up, f**ed up in the game money
I got bail money, XXL money
You got flash now, but time will reveal money
I spit the hottest sh**, you need it I got it sh**
That down South Master P, Bout It Bout It sh**
I got blood money, straight up thug money
That brown paper bag under your mattress drug money
You got show dough, little to no dough
Sell a bunch of records and you still owe dough
I got 900 and 96 plus 4 more dough
You crazy, you fugazi I'm loco with dough papo

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Imaginary Players

[Verse 2]
And now you got these young cats acting like they slung cats
All in they dumb rap, talking about how they funds stack
When I see them in the street, I don't see none of that
Damn playboy, where the f** is the hummer at?
Where is all the ice with all the platinum under that?
Those ain't rolex diamonds, what the f** you done to that?
Y'all rapping-a** n***as, y'all funny to me
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Selling records being you, but still you want to be me
I guess for every buck you make it's like a hundred for me
And still you running around thinking you got something on me
But I done did it
And y'all want to take my flow, and run with it
That's cool, I was the first one with it
Original, jiggas the future flow digital
Still busting a gat when sh** gets critical
Sit it down, I don't want y'all to get it confused
I rip it down, like I ain't got nothing to lose


[Verse 3]
Groupies I leave them all f**ed; n***as, awe struck
Your single was 99 cents, mines was 4 bucks
Last year, when n***as thought it was all up
But this year I've done it again, jigga!
What the f**
n***a stop whining, jigga, still shining
n***as kept complaining so I copped more diamonds
Rock more Versace, ain't nothing sweet
I still throw t'ree in your body, fleeing the party
Y'all can't go with me, nope, flow with me
Bet 50, not dollars either I brought some dough with me
I flow like the 5 series, in various areas
And blow holes in your weak n***as theories
It's funny how one verse can f** up the game
You bought a 4.0 you better get your change
Ain't no platinum in those Cartiers, switch your frame
Ain't no manicurist on board, then switch your plane


I mean, like, be truthful, man: how you think you gon' feel, right?
You pull up in your 4.0 with your b**h
I pull up in the 4.6 with my b**h. with the seat back
Bumping some other sh**. You know, some OTHER sh**
You'll probably hop on my dick right there, right in front of your b**h
Ask me some stupid sh** like
"Yo, yo dog, what's the difference between a 4.0 and a 4.6?"
Like 30 to 40 grand, cocks**er. Beat it!
Do them sh**s even got leathers?

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